Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(106)

“It’s impressive how she can sleep through fireworks, a screaming baby on the ferry, and the entire walk up to the room.”

“If only the rest of us could be that lucky.” I fall face-first into the cushions of the couch across from the one Cal sits on.

He lets out a low laugh. “Tired?”

“My whole body hurts from head to toe.” My voice is muffled by the cushions pressing against my face.

The couch creaks under him. “I think I have an idea.”

“If it’s not a full-body massage, I don’t want it.”

“That can easily be arranged, so long as you return the favor.” He lowers his voice. “Preferably without clothes on.”

I blindly launch a throw pillow in the direction of his laugh.

The door to his room clicks shut soon after. I nod off for a bit before I’m woken by Cal coming back to lift me into his arms like a bride. I’m too tired to object, and honestly, I doubt I would either way. It feels good to be on the receiving end of being spoiled after spending all day on my feet.

He carries me into his bathroom and sets me on my feet. The sound of water rushing out of the tap drags my eyes away from his face.

“A bubble bath?” The deep tub is almost filled to the top with bubbles nearly spilling out of it.

He reaches over to shut off the tap. “I added some bath salts to help with your sore muscles.”

I drop my head back with sigh. “I love you.” The thought slips out by accident, and my eyes fly open. “I…” I can’t finish the rest of my sentence. It’s not that I don’t love Cal, but I don’t want to give that love away so freely again. Not without being able to trust that he won’t shatter my heart for a second time around.

“Don’t worry about it.” He offers me a tight smile.

“But—”

Cal shuts me up with a hard kiss that puts our awkward conversation to an end. I deepen it, earning the sweetest groan against my lips.

My hands find the hem of Cal’s shirt, and I lift the material over his head. He breaks apart from our kiss and does the same with my shirt, both of them landing on the floor. The pile quickly grows as we ditch our shorts and underwear.

“I don’t know where to start with you.” His gaze runs down my naked body.

“I have a few ideas if you need inspiration.”

His eyes darken. “Like what?”

“A bath for starters.”

His short laugh makes me smile. “Not what I was going for, but fine.”

He helps me into the bath first before settling in on the opposite side of me.

“Afraid to sit next to me?” I flick water at him with my toes.

He latches on to my foot and tugs me closer, making me sink deeper into the water. I open my mouth to object, only to be cut off as he begins kneading the sore muscles.

My head drops back against the tub. “Oh, God.”

His pressure intensifies. “Feels good?”

“Like heaven.” I sigh.

A small smile tugs at his lips. My eyes droop with each minute that goes by, the ache in my muscles easing with every pass and push of Cal’s hands. Eventually, the pain morphs into something else altogether.

Pleasure.

Cal must sense the shift in mood because he abandons his massage and stands. Water droplets slide down his muscular body, tempting me to wipe them away with my tongue. His thick erection stands as proud as him when he finds me checking him out.

I give my head a shake. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere without you. Scoot forward.”

I do what he says, and he slides in behind me. His hard length presses against my back as he gets comfortable and places both his legs on the outside of mine.

I sink deeper into the bubble water and place my head in the crook of his neck. “I might never leave.”

Cal grabs a wet towel and squeezes a decent amount of bodywash on to the top before swiping it down my body. He takes his time, dragging the washcloth across my skin with soft, teasing strokes. I press my thighs together only to have Cal pry them apart so he can swipe the towel between my legs.

I squeeze his bicep. “Cal.”

He teases my clit again, adding more pressure this time. “What?”

“You know what you’re doing.” The words come out shaky.

He nips at my shoulder, earning a sharp intake of breath from me. “Is it working?”

I turn around and straddle his thighs, trapping him beneath me. His erection presses into me, and I grind against him, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine. “Does that answer your question?”

His fingers dig into my hips as I lean forward and lick a stray water droplet from his neck.

“Lana.” The way he whispers my name like a prayer goes straight to my head. His teeth grit together as I rub against his erection, so I wiggle again, earning another grunt.

He grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Unless you want to end up getting fucked against the side of the tub, I’d stop.”

“Hmm. A tempting idea.” I run the tips of my fingers up his cock before gripping him tightly and giving him a single pump.

He snags my hand and drags it toward his mouth. The kiss he places on the inside of my palm is innocent, although the throbbing between my legs isn’t. I push forward and rub my pussy against his cock to relieve the building ache.